Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

All the way to Georgia
[Incomprehensible] Tennessee
To Texas
To North motherfuckin'
Yeah, South fuckin'
Yeah, deep down, Alabama
Funk for your funkin' ass,
Ha ha, barefoot motherfuckers

Yo, who's 'bout to stomp tonight?
Three seniors, rockin' the mic, catchin'
So us with what whatever you feel
Balls of steel, clappin' those with rap
Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform a champ
Battle 'bout, airing ass out
So who's dropping shit on day? My click's the greatest
or feel the effect of hiatus

Shit shuts down the squad's around
It gets thinner, it's hexed white man from town
Three the way can't be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, with help from N.A.S.A.
I'm what call, a living legend, sha pow
what they call, a Mac-11, sha pow
There's two on the way down, blaow
Here's two more, blaow nigga

Is y'all niggaz down to
(Man listen)
Would you for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

I got the down south funk when I clown out ass
Police wanna call dogs and off pumps
I short your Blaupunkt's if you thump my
Yo dial if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks
Get out your seat, E, out the beat
The tracks plow underground out the streets
From baldies to fades, when I M.C.'s
Wave more than Puerto Rican Day parade

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin'
Off my rhyme don't cook it
You might fall in to and New Jacks
And they girl become pookie and that, prom
body bag won't fit you tonight
You wanna up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to my crew'll cripple your click in a fight
Take my tapes way down south and the price

Step up on the like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah"
Before you cock-tease Doc, how cash put up?
And way I stop til your click say when
They had enough, I could bump to six A.M.

Is y'all niggaz to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

My life is a rap, song is a flashback
Of anxiety attacks
The beat hits the ground and the earth
Niggaz be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we
With articulation, godforsaken
Sick manifestations, pump pump in face then
The lyrical force I put in a rhyme
Will hit you with more power than a molecule

No matter who, what, when, where, how, lay you down
With a sick out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood, the difference
us is that we make this shit look good
Programmable annual
You light as a rock and I to understand you
So for niggaz on a mission kissin' ass and
We get even like an ambidextrous, man

Is y'all niggaz down to
(Man listen)
Would you for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

Is y'all niggaz down to
(Man listen)
Would you for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)